heavy dirty soul| muke

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Luke buried his face into the warmth he was enveloped in, he opened his eyes realizing that this wasn't his pillow. His blue eyes snapped up to the man laying before him, Luke swore Michael looked like an angel.

Luke reached a hand to brush Michael's hair out of his face, memories of last night flooding his mind. He bit his lips recalling the fact he let his kink slip, calling Michael: daddy.

Luke was still feeling the haze, sex with Michael was one of the best he ever had. The blonde was too lost daydreaming, not noticing Michael waking up.

"Morning." Michael's morning voice was all it took to make Luke become so hot and bothered.

"Morning.." Luke sat up, grabbing Michael's shirt that was on the floor and putting it on.

"Do you uh- want breakfast?"

"Do you have Cheerios?"

Luke giggled, "Yeah, I do."

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Claudia scanned Luke's chest, shaking her head in disappointment. He was covered in hickies and she knew exactly who did that to him, Luke just rolled his eyes at her putting back his shirt on.

"Luke, je suis dèçue." (I'm disappointed)

"Je ne suis pas." (I'm not)

"Luke, at least you could've told him not to leave marks."

"C, calm down. I don't have any shoots this week, so I'm off the hook."

Claudia sighed, she felt like his mother at times. Luke picked at his fingernails, then giving them a quick scan to see if they were doing okay.

"So, do you wanna hear the details or..?" Luke asked, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Spit it all out."

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Hiya! Thank you for voting and reading this lame story, I appreciate it. (This is just a filler sigh)